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Ding ding, we woke up in Nice again and luckily the bed bugs didn’t bite. Not so for some guests a floor below us however as I overheard in the lobby an Indian lady complaining furiously about ‘insects biting me on my bum at night’… I just hope the sheets from room 318 get mixed with ours…

Revving up the Citeron C3’s diesel engine we shot of to Europe’s second smallest country Monaco. Taking a long windy and leisurely way via the sea was enjoyable. The C3 doesn’t offer the best driving experience but it is a car and I was so happy to be driving around again with my partner (err, Wife!?) through these foreign roads.

Monaco has one of the highest amount of police and it shows, as soon as we entered the city/country we noticed quite an influx of coppers. We did a ’slow’ lap around the famous hair-pin turn and followed around the Monaco F1 track. After cruising the streets for an hour or so we found a park in the centre of Monaco, the Casino.

The first photo above show us as we were about to head towards the Casino and the latter is looking back towards the mountains surrounding Monaco. Apart from gambling and spending copious amounts of money there isn’t that much to see here. So we did as the Monacians do and spent an insane amount of money…. on ICECREAM!

The above photo show’s that Cara’s eyes are bigger then her stomach. It doesn’t give a good perspective here on how big these deserts were, safe to say that they had enough calories to sink a small ship. But tasty…. oh so tasty….

There is one other thing that Monaco has and that is ludicrously expensive cars parked in front of Hotel’s as badges of honour. Lambourgini’s Diablo’s, Ferrari’s from the 60’s, Ford GT’s, Porsche 911’s, you name it and it was there. I was surprised people were so brazen with touching and leaning on these insane machines, but then again I suppose the owners don’t mind showing us mere mortals there wealth.

Searching for a different High Life, we shot out of Monaco in search of a mountain. It has been Cara’s dream that we find a quite little place somewhere to share a bottle of Vin together. What we found was a town called Eze, and on top of that a Castle that was even older then Gourdon. This castle has approximately a bazillion steps, and the further we climbed through it’s streets the more in love we fell with it. It was around 6pm when we arrived, so by then the Castle’s shops were closed and most of the tourists have left.

Perfect for us honeymooner’s to loose ourselves inside the castle walls.

I’m so happy we’ve found these little Castle’s, even though there’s really not much to ‘do’ in there we can soak up the atmosphere and awe of how people lived in the past. That and sneak in a kiss or two looking out to the mountains below. If I ever come back to France I want to spend a night or two in one of these relics.

We never did find a mountain to have a little drink but we did have a nice view of the city of Nice during sunset on our way home…

Tired and hungry we found a small Restaurant with a bit of character to it that suited our stye; a nice escape from the endless Cafe’s and Pizza joints in the area. I ate an -awesome- Beef Stew ‘Nice style’ that was like a slow cooked meal there! There was a form of Karoke there as well, with a musician playing on a keyboard offering people to come up and sing. We both declined not wanting to damage the Patron’s ear drum’s with our out of tune melody’s… but after a wine or two we were quite applauding of the efforts from others.

The keyboardist noted our nationality and in response to our drunken claps managed to play a ‘version’ of Advance Australia Fair! Our job is done, Cara and I managed to sing the Australian Anthem in a little old bar in Nice.